Nick watched you writhe with pleasure under her, still shocked that he touch could make you feel like that.

It wasn’t the first time, lord knows that.

It wasn’t even the first time that night, Nick loved to watch you as you came down.

Your arms were locked around her neck as your hips rocked against her thigh, your face hidden in her neck.

Nick was gently rubbing your back as you panted, and she laid you back down on the bed.

“Gods,” the brunette panted, tucking a strand of her deep brown hair behind her ear. “We shouldn’t have done that…”

You looked up at her from your bed, one hand sliding to her waist. “You say that every time, my love.” You replied, trying to lean in for a kiss.

But Nick dodged it.

You looked confused- your love never denied a kiss from you. “My love? Come on- give me a kiss. Don’t be silly.” You replied, eyes searching her face as you tried to pull your lips into a smile.

It fell away quickly as she got off you- Nick always wanted to cuddle after.

Always.

Nick couldn’t face herself right now. Every time she got you off, she felt guilty.

Every time, she felt as if she was corrupting you, somehow ruining your decency.

You were the daughter of a Duke, you deserved so much better then her poor, common-bred, mercenary ass.

She didn’t deserve anyone, let alone a lady such as you.